To My Sisters

Listen wild woman,
Though warm with life,
We once lived blind.
We are the daughters of desire,
Prisoners of eternity.
When the sisters drank fire
The ghost heart died.
Born yesterday sacred,
Broken now with wear.
Dance young porcelain girl
Never to decay.





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